There was a sudden wind in the hall.

The wind blew the sleeves of everyone in the hall, and the sleeves of their long robes fluttered in the wind, making harsh snapping sounds.

The wind seemed to be centered around Chu Tian, ​​his clothes and long hair dancing wildly, his long hair dancing wantonly and wildly, like black snakes twisting wildly behind his head. Chu Tian's eyes turned pure gray, and there was an inexplicable indifference in the chaotic and primitive gray.

He stared at the ancestors of the seven major clans, these big men who were high above in the Holy Spirit Heaven and were at the top positions in terms of both their own cultivation and power.

It was these guys who came up with all those gimmicks like a battle for destiny!

A middle-aged woman wearing a black dress, her whole body surrounded by black mist, and with a mysterious and chilling look, stood up slowly. She squinted her eyes and looked at Chu Tian, ​​and asked in a deep voice: "Sage Lord Qinglian... Flower Rain Temple..."

Chu Tian glanced at the woman and interrupted her question: "Is Lady Hua yours? Your clan member? Or your subordinate?"

The middle-aged woman smiled coldly: "Hua'er is my niece. She was ordered to hide in Daluo Heaven. This time... you came back, but Hua'er and I lost contact for hundreds of years... I guess there is a story behind this?"

Chu Tian glared at the woman, then looked at the ancestors of the clans sitting next to her. He sneered and said, "Yes, of course there is a story, haha! Very good, really very good. They let me kill the Blood Spirit Venerable, and for fear that I will not die quickly enough, they also let the people of the Flower Rain Temple do something cruel to me... Good, very good... Madam Hua and the other girl in white are in my hands. I want to take them back..."

Chu Jie poked his head out from behind Chu Tian and laughed strangely, "If you want those two women to return, send the ransom quickly... Otherwise, there's a chance that they will return with two babies in their bellies. It's hard to say for sure."

The middle-aged woman's face turned ugly, with a hint of iron blue in the coldness, as if she was a zombie that had been frozen for countless years.

She looked at Chu Tian and Chu Jie deeply, smiled coldly, and suddenly raised her right hand.

Boom! The Great Bull Patriarch slammed the big stick in his hand heavily on the ground. He grinned and laughed silently. He looked up and down at the middle-aged woman with greedy and fierce eyes: "I heard that the women of the Phoenix clan are all very wonderful... Hehe! Your woman is a little old, but it doesn't matter. Old pork is chewy and I can stand the toss... I don't like those delicate little girls!"

The ancestor of the Bull said something very wonderful: "Old Bull, I just like to chew old thorns, hehe!"

Years of old thorns... Oh, no, the face of the female elder of the Phoenix clan was so ugly that it was beyond description. The five fingers of her right hand turned into a strange translucent state, with wisps of black air entwined in the fingers. The void in front of the fingertips was wriggling faintly, as if something could rush out of it at any time.

However, seeing the rough and ferocious face of Hun Tian Niu Zu, the middle-aged woman swallowed her anger and sat back in her seat with a gloomy face.

Hundreds of elders from the seven major clans took a deep breath at the same time and shook their heads helplessly.

Recalling that year, before the start of the second round of competition, a group of elders secretly manipulated Chu Tian to go to Daluotian to assassinate the Blood Spirit Venerable. At that time, Chu Tian could only let them control him and had no power to resist at all.

At that time, not only Chu Tian, ​​but also Luo'er, were just chess pieces that they controlled at will.

But in just over five hundred years, the chess piece that was casually played with back then suddenly jumped out of the chessboard and headed directly towards those who were playing chess!

Everyone looked at Chu Tian with complicated expressions, and no one spoke for a long time.

Including the middle-aged woman from the Phoenix clan, everyone just looked at Chu Tian, ​​looking at him quietly.

Chu Tian did not say anything. The wind in the hall became stronger and stronger. Later, the whole hall seemed to be filled with hundreds of hurricanes at the same time. The winds collided and rubbed against each other, making loud crackling sounds. The whole hall was shaking violently.

Chu Tian is located at the core of all storms, and the wind here is terribly strong.

His clothes fluttered and his long hair swayed, but Chu Tian's body did not move at all.

There was such a strange silence for a long, long time. Finally, a white-haired old man who was obviously the most respected among the more than one hundred elders of the clan slowly raised his right hand and pointed casually: "Take the seat!"

A group of pretty palace maids silently walked out from behind a screen in the hall. They carried a number of beautifully decorated thrones and gently placed them in the hall. The white-haired old man looked at Chu Tian and his group and nodded slowly: "Please sit down!"

Chu Tian smiled and nodded to the elders of the clans: "It's not easy, it's really not easy. I never thought that I could have a seat in front of all the elders. Well, grandfather, father, Luo'er, second brother, Tianzun... everyone, sit down, sit down!"

The group of people sat on the throne with a smile on their faces. Chu Jie proudly turned his body vigorously and rubbed his buttocks hard on the cushion again and again: "Well, brother, today, with your strength, our status and position are indeed different from the past. That's right, don't always think about calculating behind people's backs. If you have any requests or demands, let's talk openly. I hate those old guys who calculate behind people's backs the most!"

Chu Jie scolded the bald donkey in front of the monk, but the elders of the aristocratic families pretended not to hear.

The inexplicable wind in the hall also stopped, and the elders of the clans stared at Chu Tian with sharp eyes. After a long, long time, the white-haired old man sighed softly: "We originally intended that this child of destiny could only be the offspring of the seven major clans."

Chu Tian smiled and nodded: "I understand, it's good to keep the money in the family!"

All the elders of the clan nodded at the same time, and looked at Luo'er with complicated eyes. The white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "I am Gongyang Tieshan, Gongyang Yao, my granddaughter!"

Luo'er blinked her eyes and said nothing, just looked at Gongyang Tieshan.

Speaking of this, Gongyang Tieshan is indeed Luo'er's great-grandfather.

However, Luo'er doesn't have a good impression of the Gongyang clan members, and is even full of resentment towards them, so don't expect her to have a good attitude towards Gongyang Tieshan.

Gongyang Tieshan sighed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that we were all wrong, and our plan failed. I really didn't expect that the Holy Lord Qinglian was actually Luo'er's lover in the Tianlu world... I really didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, you actually..."

Gongyang Tieshan looked deeply at the ancestor of Huntianniu.

Sighing, Gongyang Tieshan said helplessly: "Now that things have come to this, many of our methods are useless. Today, we old guys can no longer do whatever we want. Therefore, Qinglian Saint, you are not the ideal candidate in our hearts... But, are you ready to become the Holy Spirit Heavenly Venerable?"

Chu Tian looked at Gongyang Tieshan in astonishment.

Luo'er, Chu Jie, Zi Tianzun, Chu Ye, Chu Feng and others all looked at Gongyang Tieshan in amazement.